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Midnight Wraiths
Midnight wraiths shared my campfire, Waiting for my eyes to close, hoping (I assumed) that I might soon expire.
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Fae Aduin
In shadows thick where shadows breed, Fae Aduin writhe and hunt and feed– On dreams unspoken, thoughts half-made, on embers bright and hopes unswayed.
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Moonlight Picnic
In the shadow of a great snow-capped mountain, far far north where the Western Ranges sweep down and spill into Loc Island Sea, where the air feels rich and full of life and the world seems endless and natural, there lived a little black bear and her mother...